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I like babies, not as much as the women that I work with who will drop everything to go hold, couchie coo and oogle over any new baby that comes into our work area.( lots do). I'm O.K. with that too, because what follows is little children. Little children are a blessing to the world. They are cuite , honesty and refeshing. Most can wipe their own bums , but if they can't and you are get pressed into service , consider it training. After that comes childhood and if you do this correctly it helps to keep you young. Then the teenage years and you just have to remember, they are individual that you don't control you just help to guide into adulthood. If you did all of that in a more or less descent manner you can be proud of the outcome and they just might bless you with a grandchild; and that is even more fun and less work and comes at a time when you could use more fun and less work. I'm waiting for my second one , but that is something I don't controle: AND that is the point of children. They are put on this earth to show you that you are not the center of the universe. Remember they don't have to be your own children though. Save some love for all the children of the world

Well where to begin? How to begin? My mind is still racing and my heart still pumping AND it has been more than four hours since I left the company of Amelia R. in Halifax. Well for those of you who don't know Amelia R. is a young, fit and oh so very sexy young lady who travels to Saint John, Fredericton and now apparently Halifax. My day began, actually it began last week when I read she was going to be in the HRM today. Needless to say I quickly contacted her to initiate conversation. After a brief message or two a day/time was agreed upon and then came the "other messages" consisting of what was going to happen during our encounter. Keep in mind she was asking me...I never had to make a suggestion yet (well maybe one...okay two). Anyway after we established our likes, dislikes, wants, needs and special requests all I had to do was wait 4 days for Monday to arrive. Fast forward a few days to find that I survived the four day period with nothing on my mind but "how is Monday with Amelia going to go???" During the drive to Halifax the same thought of "I wonder how things are gonna go?" After I arrived at her hotel she quickly and very accurately provided her room info. She even included the best route to the elevator (A nice touch, yes). For all I was only going up a few floors it felt like I was going to the top of Willis Tower (formerly Sears Tower). Next came "The Moment" or the knock on the door...WOW! What greeted me was a tall, slender sexy young woman dressed like someone out of a lingerie catalog! Black stockings, garters complete with belt, sexy criss crossed spaghetti top of some sexy sort and a wicked smile. I didn't know if I should stare, smile, say hi or scream hallelujah! So I did all four...I think. As I entered her room I was attempting to watch where I was going but all I was really looking at was her. As I removed my coat I turned and found her already comfortable on the bed staring at me (amazing bedroom eyes). "You aren't what I expected" were the next words she spoke to me as I stared intently at her figure. She then told me to take those words as a compliment, which of course I did. After some extended conversation, touching and caressing the physical fun began. Mental fun being what was happening up until this point. "Why don't you take off your clothes" I heard her say as I attempted to maintain my composure. What happened next made this mans eyes roll back in his head... Sorry, as usual the juicy details are kept to myself. So I suggest if you want to find out what happened you should contact Amelia R. herself. I am sure she would be happy to book you in and show you the time she showed me earlier today! Thanks for a great day my new friend.

Today, October 6, is National Depression Screening Day. If you want to screen yourself go to http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2011/10/06/national-depression-screening-day-is-today/ and take their 8- or 16-question test. Some thoughts: Depression is part of my day to day life. It has been since my early teens. It was "manageable", if you consider turning your back on it and pretending it didn't exist a management technique, until the mid-1990s. About that time the black dogs moved in and almost took over my life. I had the good fortune at that time to have a GP who was paying attention. He referred me to a kind, compassionate shrink. Together, we came up with a way for me to continue. The black dogs are still there. They sit beside me most days. But most of the time, most days, I can see past them to a brighter place. So go take the test. If you come up with something, talk to someone. Don't let the dark dogs win. Posted via Mobile Device

I am in agreement with you Cat. Dogs are pets, not members of the family, and they can't replace human relationships. I think one of the problems as illustrated by your incident, is that owners aren't being held personally responsible for there pets. There are many incidents where dogs have injured people, other pets and in my books they should be put down and the owners charged. The only way for them to avoid being prosecuted would be for them to pay restitution to the satisfaction of the injured party.

No, you're not an evil person. You seem pretty normal to me. I've been through 4 babies of my own and now my babies are having babies - two boys, two girls and a third one to arrive in a week or so You are right about them when they first get here. Someone once described an absolute newborn as looking like a rat dipped in transmission fluid. I won't quibble with that. And for a seemingly interminable period of time, they are pretty much fluid machines. You put fluids in and you get fluids out. And yes, new parents are fascinated with every burp, belch, and squirt little Junior makes and are convinced that everyone else, including total strangers, are equally taken by all of this. If you are not, you are pretty normal. If you hang around new parents, be prepared for this. Learn to smile and say "mmph" a lot. None of this has anything to do with your personal maternal instincts. Everyone is wired differently. You may not be wired to want kids. You may be wired to want them - but not just now. You may think you're not the kid type but when a tiny version of Winston Churchill is placed in your arms after 26 hours of labor, you might decide this is the most beautiful person you've ever seen. If ever there was a scenario that was designed for this phrase, this is it. YMMV. And if you ever become a grandparent, there is one huge advantage. When the kid starts to leak anything, you get to had him/her back and say "Here. This is yours."

On this special weekend I want to acknowledge particularly all my friends on cerb, old and new. Your interactions with me, messages, and posts on my profile page are all deeply appreciated, and make the experience of this board so positive and enjoyable. A sincere thank you to you all!

So, all escorts just need a White Knight to come and rescue them? I fear Dr Phil has overlooked some of the difficulties with this. To illustrate the point, allow me to tell you the sad story of the one time I attempted such a rescue of a damsel in distress. I began with the best of noble and heroic intentions: my armor freshly polished and shining in the morning sun, my worthy steed newly shod and fitted for battle by my loyal squire. And so I sallied forth that bright morning, and arrived promptly at the damsel's incall. Have I mentioned that her incall was at the top of a large condo block? It was. Bear this in mind. So, I arrived, a little sweaty from the ride, but not to worry: all good damsels in distress have a shower at their incall, don't they? Getting in the door (complete with steed) was a struggle, but one which was eventually accomplished. And then I encountered my first insurmountable problem... have you ever tried to get a horse in an elevator? No? Take it from me, it's not worth trying. So, my noble steed had to be abandoned in the lobby that I might proceed with my quest. A pity, but no great obstacle to a knight of any repute, surely? And so I encountered my second insurmountable problem... my lance was too long to fit in the elevator! Disaster! What was I to do? Clearly there was only one way forward... the stairs! No matter that my damsel in distress lived many floors above! Have you ever tried climbing many flights of stairs in full plate armor? I tried. Believe me, gentle reader, I tried. But I'm not as young as I used to be, nor am I particularly in shape, and it's really hard work lugging all that metal around. I made it to the fifteenth floor. But there my endurance reached its limit; I was forced to confront the horrible fact that I had failed, and that my damsel would remain distressed for the foreseeable future. And so I clanked my way sorrowfully down the staircase, swore at the stupid horse for crapping in the lobby, and went for a beer Sorry, Dr Phil. I did my best. I wasn't up to it. But if there's anyone out there who needs a rescue and happens to live on the ground floor, give me a shout :)

You can NOW hide your profile. This feature is in your UserCP area now. I have turned back on the RECENT VISITORS system and if you don't want certain people to see it just block everyone from your profile and only let select few view your profile.

I'm really glad I don't have Dr. Phil as my therapist. Yikes. I had less self-esteem when I working for wages that progressively got lower and lower as the years have gone by, working as an admin. assistant for employment agencies that gouged the federal government by billing almost twice they pay me (talk about pimps). Over the years, I have had to work with some people who treated me like crap, never showed me or other any appreciation, stuck me with demeaning tasks and blamed me when things went wrong. I was also let go once because I refused to do a task that could have jeopardized my security clearance. Since I had no union protection and the agency didn't care, I had no recourse in that situation. Oh, but I'm supposed to be proud of that because it's better than escorting. According to who? Dr. Phil of the bible belt? Since I have gone from part-time escorting to full-time escorting, I can work part-time hours for full-time pay and not have to put up with all that bullshit. I'd like to see Dr. Phil give up his standard of living to live in public housing, go on assistance or have to rely on food banks or charities to get by. This lady needs to look at why she is burning out. She mentioned her clients treat her good. Not knowing her full story or the details behind it, I would hesitate to comment on what she needs to do, but it sound like time management issue may play into this. I believe I have more self-esteem now that I did when I was doing office work and being unrewarded and unappreciated for my efforts.

I like Isabella because of all she does here but also because of her last post saying that she blushes. :) Yet another reason for me to eventually see her.

I like Issy because she always looks for the best in people

Cato's right. And what a stunning lady she is. She's an Irish bombshell that gives a first class GFE+ service, no question. The pictures are real. I was fantasizing for a week about that body and bikini and thats what she happened to be wearing. I had an hour long hard-on and at my age that doesn't happen....ever. Gents see her while you can.